


Mary Anne's Big Day

by DesertVixen



Category: Baby-Sitters Club - Ann M. Martin
Genre: Canon-Style Plot - Freeform, F/M, Fluff, Gen, Post-Canon, Slice of Life, Weddings
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-06-02
Updated: 2019-06-02
Packaged: 2020-04-06 08:36:49
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,107
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19059088
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/DesertVixen/pseuds/DesertVixen
Summary: Mary Anne gets married...





	Mary Anne's Big Day

**Author's Note:**

  * For [bloodredcherries](https://archiveofourown.org/users/bloodredcherries/gifts).



Nothing made Kristy Thomas happier than having something to plan. Her best friend’s wedding to Kristy’s older brother was no exception, even if weddings weren’t her usual area of expertise, but she didn’t intend to let that stop her. 

Plus, she wouldn’t be doing it alone – Claudia and Stacey would be with her every step of the way to make sure the day Mary Anne Spier became Mary Anne Thomas was as perfect as it could be.

*** 

Mary Anne was a little surprised when Kristy brought out a huge poster board and marker, but then she had to laugh. Of course, her maid of honor wanted to brainstorm and plan, and it wasn’t like Mary Anne hadn’t been daydreaming about her wedding for years. The imaginary groom hadn’t always looked like Charlie Thomas, not until the last year or so.

“What do you want it to look like?” Kristy asked.

“Romantic. Traditional,” Mary Anne said without hesitation. 

Kristy wrote down the words, then looked at Stacey, her social expert.

“The next most important thing is when,” Stacey said.

“June,” Mary Anne said. “I want to be a June bride. It doesn’t have to be extravagant, just…romantic.”

“Here in Stoneybrook?” Kristy asked, marker poised to write. This being Thanksgiving weekend, June gave them just over seven months.

“I think so,” Mary Anne replied slowly. “Like a garden, or a historic house or something like that.”

“Any ideas about colors? And you won’t make us wear hideous bridesmaid dresses, right?” Claudia chimed in.

“Dark blue and gold, with some red. Maybe in the flowers? And no, I won’t make you wear hideous bridesmaid’s dresses. Maybe different dresses in the same color?”

“I like that,” Stacey said, knowing that the odds of her and Kristy actually agreeing on a dress that they both liked were low.

“Romantic flowers,” Mary Anne said, really starting to get into the spirit of things. “Old-fashioned cake with a bride and groom on the top. Classic invites. Maybe a vintage dress, definitely a lace veil. And a fun evening reception.”

When they were done brainstorming, Kristy managed to avoid the temptation to give out assignments.

Barely.

*** 

Mary Anne knew they had to find the place first, before anything else could be planned. Charlie agreed with her on having the wedding here in Stoneybrook, where it would be easier for more of the people they loved to attend. 

She had bought every bridal magazine she could find, including the small local one, and was enjoying sinking into the world of the glossy pages and the to-do lists when she saw the ad for Claremont House – a romantic old Victorian outside Stoneybrook with an incredible old-fashioned rose garden – and she knew. Mary Anne could practically smell the heady rose fragrance as she and Charlie said their vows. She especially liked the picture of a couple standing under an arch made of white roses. Carefully, she copied down the contact information and resolved to call Monday morning. Hopefully she could get an appointment for this weekend while Charlie was here.

She loved it even more in person. The garden was pretty bare in early December, but they had pictures of what they would look like in June. A June afternoon wedding amid the roses, with the beautifully restored Victorian house in rich colors – including dark blue and gold – in the background. Then they could move inside to the first-floor ballroom and dance the night away. They could even spend the night there in the bridal suite.

“What do you think?” Mary Anne asked Charlie, as they stood out in the garden, the house’s owner having left them to start another tour.

He grinned at her. “I’m not sure,” Charlie said. “Maybe we should try it out.” He pulled her against him in a long kiss.

When they broke apart, he nodded. “I think it will be perfect.”

*** 

Mary Anne had been pleasantly surprised to find her father was keeping his wallet wide-open for wedding planning. It wasn’t until she realized that he saw it as a way to demonstrate that he could afford whatever she wanted to her grandparents and Sharon’s parents that Mary Anne felt a little strange. He wasn’t trying to push her into anything she didn’t want, but it was simply odd to not have to justify every expense. She knew her parents’ wedding had been small and simple, but she also thought that it had been beautiful. Her mother had worn a beautiful lace fingertip veil, but Mary Anne had no idea what had happened to it. Perhaps it had been lost in the fire, something she tried not to dwell on.

Sharon had expressed her willingness to go dress shopping with Mary Anne, and admired the plans as they were being made. Mary Anne appreciated the offer, but they both knew they had completely different tastes and styles. She had told Sharon to pick out a lovely mother-of-the-bride dress, and knew she was talking with Elizabeth Brewer regularly. All things considered, though, Mary Anne thought she would rather just have her friends along for the dress hunt.

There was also the issue of Dawn.

Mary Anne still counted Dawn among her very good friends, but there was just so much distance between them. They talked, but not as much as they used to, with adult life constantly getting in the way. If Mary Anne was honest with herself, Dawn didn’t make much of an effort to bridge the gap – understandable given everything that she was involved with in California. Mary Anne had really agonized over whether or not to ask Dawn to be one of her bridesmaids. She had been secretly relieved when Dawn came out and said that she was looking forward to being a guest, but that she didn’t have time to be in the wedding. Of course, she’d also reminded Mary Anne about the dangers of throwing rice to the birds, and offered to send her a few ideas for eco-friendly wedding planning.

It had taken a bit of doing to find a time when all four of them could meet at the bridal shop, but finally they were able to pull it off. The other three had all stopped by to see the gardens for themselves, and Claudia had taken pictures. The shop was gracious and welcoming, with the owner offering them cookies and tea. Claudia, having declared herself the official wedding recorder, had asked the owner to snap a picture of the four of them. 

Mary Anne had collected a file of dress pictures, and between them and suggestions from her friends, felt like she had tried on a hundred dresses. None of them, however, was just right. Some were better than others, and a few were clearly thrown in for the amusement factor, like the 1980s puffy-sleeve monstrosity, but none of them were The Dress. Mary Anne just felt like she would know when she found the right one.

*** 

Claudia had called and asked Mary Anne to meet her for lunch, which was something of a surprise. The Kishis were the last of their families still living on Bradford Court, but even in the old days Claudia and Mary Anne had never been as close as Mary Anne and Kristy. She had grown closer to Stacey while they were both going to school in New York, but she and Claudia were just very different people.

“So, I know you’ve been looking at engraved invitations,” Claudia said after they had finished eating, “but I wanted to see what you think of this.”

“This” was a simple ivory card with rich dreamy red roses clustered down one side like a trellis and a dark gold line bordered the rest of the card. Claudia had filled the space with navy blue calligraphy that was all spelled correctly. The artwork was almost like an oil painting, so detailed that she could almost smell the roses. 

Mary Anne almost burst into tears. “It’s incredible, Claudia.”

“The calligraphy is just for an example,” Claudia told her. “I’ve talked to a stationery shop about printing the cards and using them for your invitations, in case you liked them.”

“I love it!” She had seen a lot of invites she liked, but nothing that took her breath away. These cards took her breath away.

*** 

Mary Anne felt like wedding preparations had stalled a little, all because she couldn’t find the dress. She had tried on plenty that she liked, but none that she loved – none that made her feel ready to walk down the aisle. She was starting to feel like she was being too picky, too perfectionist. She was starting to feel like she needed to settle on a dress, and the last thing she wanted to do on her wedding day was settle. At the same time, she didn’t want everything else to be rushed.

It was weighing on her mind while she ran errands, and Mary Anne decided to walk by her favorite thrift shop. Maybe it was due to her father’s strict rules when she was young, but Mary Anne loved vintage finds. The 1950s were her favorite era, and she had looked at some fifties-style dresses, but they just had not felt right.

When she got to the shop, she stopped in her tracks, then made a beeline for the nearest pay phone. She wasn’t able to get ahold of Kristy or Claudia, but Stacey picked up on the third ring. “What’s up?”

“Can you meet me at New Again? I think I found the dress,” Mary Anne said in a rush.

“On my way!” Stacey hung up and grabbed her Polaroid camera and car keys.

Mary Anne was standing outside the shop when Stacey pulled up. She could see why her friend was so excited. The little thrift shop specialized in good-quality vintage clothes, and Stacey had found a few seventies items there herself. Right now, however, the main display window held what fashion-conscious Stacey recognized as a serious find – a 1950s wedding dress that looked to be in perfect condition.

“I was afraid to try it on by myself,” Mary Anne said as they stood on the sidewalk. “Or to find out it’s the wrong size or something when it’s clearly perfect.”

Inside the store, the owner greeted them warmly. Mary Anne was a fairly frequent customer, but she hadn’t been in since her engagement. After the ring had been admired, the store owner agreed to get the dress out of the window. 

“It’s really in great shape,” Stacey said as she helped Mary Anne into the dress. “I wonder what the story behind it is. Someone has taken very good care of it.”

The dress was ivory silk taffeta, with a classic A-line shape, with a strapless bodice and an ivory dotted Swiss overlay that covered her shoulders. Mary Anne held her breath as Stacey fastened the back. The dress was actually a little large on her, but that was easy enough to fix. The overlay made her frown, though – it had initially looked intact, but it was itchy and not as well-preserved as the rest of the dress. There were holes and very thin patches, and she wasn’t in love with it. She thought removing it would be fairly straightforward. Maybe a silk bolero to match the dress? Or some sort of replacement overlay? She would have to have a talk with the seamstress they used. She turned in a circle, feeling the skirt twirl around her, brushing her legs. It might need a few repairs, but this was definitely her dress.

“Petticoat?” Stacey asked, eyeing the dress. It wasn’t low in the back, but Mary Anne would definitely need a good strapless bra. “And remember that shop in NYC where we found the silk stockings with seams?”

“It definitely needs a petticoat,” Mary Anne said, twirling again, unable to stop grinning. “This is my wedding dress!”

*** 

Mary Anne turned over the thick envelope with her grandmother’s address on it. Of course, she had written her grandmother about her engagement – Verna Baker wasn’t much for talking on the phone. After finding the dress, she’d written another letter with a picture. 

She managed to wait until after dinner to open it, and could barely believe what was inside. There was a long letter from her grandmother, along with a few pictures and a swatch of ivory lace. Mary Anne read the letter, running the lace absently through her fingers. Verna wrote that Alma’s wedding veil was safe in Iowa, and that she would be happy to bring it so that Mary Anne could wear it on the big day. She had sent a piece leftover from making it, so that Mary Anne would have something to work from when she was planning everything. The pictures were from her parents’ wedding day – mostly candids taken before the ceremony, although there was one with her parents together. Her father looked impossibly young and happy in the picture, with his arms around her mother’s waist. 

On top of all that, Verna had written a postscript to the letter that said she was working on a very special wedding gift for Mary Anne and Charlie – as if everything else she’d sent wasn’t enough. 

*** 

Hannah Greene, the seamstress that Richard Spier had patronized for years, sighed over the dress when Mary Anne took it out of the protective bag, fingering the silk taffeta of the skirt. “This is beautiful, Mary Anne. Quite a find.”

“I know,” Mary Anne said with a smile. “It does need a little work, though. The waist needs to be taken in a little, but the big issue is this overlay.” She pointed some of the problem areas out to Hannah, who nodded.

“I can remove this without damaging the bodice, but it’s going to need something else to really make it pop. Maybe a bolero?”

“I thought about that,” Mary Anne admitted. “I’d have to look at some, I guess.” 

“Are you going to wear a veil?”

“Oh yes.” Mary Anne told Hannah about the plan to wear her mother’s veil, although instead of a tiara, she planned to wear a headband of red roses. She pulled out the swatch of lace her grandmother had sent. “This is the lace the veil was made from.”

Hannah took the swatch thoughtfully, then turned to hold it up against the dress. “I wonder…What if we could get more of this lace? We could do an overlay over the bodice of the dress, all the way down over the waist.”

“Could we?” Mary Anne asked, picturing the idea in her head. 

“I have some sources. Let me keep the swatch for a few days?”

Mary Anne nodded. “I need to order a petticoat and strapless bra before we can fit the dress anyway.”

“I have some good sources on that as well,” Hannah said cheerfully. “And you need your shoes.”

*** 

“Now this is my kind of wedding planning,” Charlie said as they pulled up outside the bakery they had chosen. “I plan to be very indecisive.”

He came around to open Mary Anne’s door, and she smiled up at him. “We haven’t been too rough on you, I hope.”

He smiled back. “I have plenty of experience living with Director Kristy.”

An hour later, Mary Anne was wondering how they would ever decide. Picking the outside of the cake – ivory buttercream over three round tiers, with real red roses cascading down, and a bride and groom topper designed to resemble Charlie and Mary Anne – had been easy. The inside of the cake was the problem. Charlie was in love with the devil’s food and chocolate filling, while Mary Anne loved the incredibly rich golden vanilla cake – and they both thought the baker’s carrot cake was the best thing they’d ever tasted. They’d nibbled at fillings and tried combinations, and everything was good.

“Have you thought about a groom’s cake? They’re popular and fun, and I have a baseball themed one. We could make that with the devil’s food, and do the wedding cake itself with two vanilla tiers and a carrot cake one.” The baker leaned forward, flipping through her photo book to find a groom’s cake decorated like a baseball diamond. “It doesn’t add very much to the cost for the groom’s cake.”

“Baseball-themed?” Charlie asked, intrigued. Mary Anne could see he liked it.

Thirty minutes later, the cakes were ordered, and the two of them decided to get an early dinner while they were out.

“We need to decide about the catering soon,” Mary Anne commented as she picked up a slice of pizza – not as good as the pizza in New York, but still good. Claremont House had an in-house catering staff, but they still had to decide on what they wanted.

“Do we really want a formal sit-down dinner?” Charlie asked. “It seems kind of stuffy.”

“I won’t be hugely unhappy if we don’t. What were you thinking?”

“I kind of liked the buffet of appetizers they had, or the pasta station.”

Mary Anne shook her head. Charlie had an ongoing love affair with pasta. Their first date had been to a tiny Italian hole-in-the-wall restaurant, and homemade spaghetti sauce had been the first dinner the two of them had ever made together. The idea of actually eating anything dark red on her wedding day was a scary one, though. “That sounds like tempting fate in my wedding dress.”

“You really liked the potstickers they had,” he reminded her. “I like the idea of a huge selection, not chicken or fish.”

Living in New York had expanded Mary Anne’s taste buds quite a bit, and she had to admit she liked the idea of giving everyone plenty to choose from. “Let’s get that list out again, then.”

*** 

Flowers turned out to be the easiest decision of all the major ones. Hannah had managed to get enough of the lace, and Mary Anne adored the idea of a bouquet of rich red roses against it instead of the classic all-white she had been thinking of. The red roses on Claudia’s invitations had become one of the themes of the wedding. The ceremony didn’t need any decorations, other than the ivory-draped chairs and the aisle runner. The reception flowers were simple as well, with low arrangements of red flowers and ivory-and-gold candles on dark blue tablecloths. The real stunner was the floral arch inside where they would make their entrance. Otherwise, the restored mansion was simple and beautiful in its own right. Watson had recommended a DJ that his company used for formal dinners, and they’d booked the best wedding photographer in Stoneybrook.

Their invitations had been sent out and the RSVPs were beginning to roll in, giving Kristy another task she could really sink her teeth into. Tracking who was coming, making sure the out-of-town guests had hotels, tracking the number of kids coming, putting together the seating chart were all tasks that Mary Anne normally would have excelled at, but they had agreed not to overwhelm the bride.

During one of their meetings to work on wedding plans, Stacey had asked Kristy if she had thought about providing baby-sitting services for the visitors, and had giggled until Kristy had thrown a pillow at her.

The three of them had managed to solve the dress problem fairly easily. Navy blue was good on all of them, and Stacey had found a place where they could pick a variety of dresses. All of them were tea length in deference to the outdoor setting, but that was where the commonality ended. Claudia and Stacey had talked Kristy into a dress with a halter top and A-line skirt, while they opted for slinkier sheath dresses. They would carry bouquets of white ranunculus and anemones tied with gold ribbons, with Kristy’s bouquet as the maid of honor being just slightly different.

It was all coming together nicely, Kristy thought, but she wasn’t going to relax.

Not until Mary Anne was safely married off.

***

Mary Anne bounced out of bed the day before her wedding. She could hardly believe how quickly the engagement period had flown, and today was their rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. Watson and Elizabeth had agreed to host a casual outdoor dinner in their back yard, and Kristy had hinted that there was a special surprise planned for after dinner.

Her dress was hanging on the back of her door, where Mary Anne could see it as soon as she opened her eyes. Her grandmother had arrived the night before, and was staying at a nearby hotel. Verna had told Mary Anne that she would bring the veil to the mansion, and had asked if she could be there when she was getting dressed. Mary Anne had agreed, of course. She rather liked the idea of having her grandmother there.

Kristy had a checklist for tomorrow, with the day blocked off in ten-minute increments. The four of them would have one last sleepover at Mary Anne’s house – she had refused to have any sort of bachelorette party, but she wanted to spend her last night as a single woman with her best friends.

The day seemed incredibly long, until it was time to head over to the Thomas-Brewer house. The backyard was decorated with streamers and lanterns, and the long tables groaned with food. It was good to see everyone having a good time – her father and grandmother were even having a friendly, if stiff, conversation. 

Dawn had flown in that afternoon, and was currently chowing down on a veggie burger. There were so many relatives on Charlie’s side that Mary Anne couldn’t keep them straight, and had given up on even trying. Charlie’s grandmother Nannie was in her element, and she’d told Mary Anne that she’d found a fabulous pink dress to wear to the wedding. She’d met Charlie’s best man before – a college buddy named Todd Wilkins – and Todd was making himself at home.

There was a lull in the party, with everyone having eaten and kids running around. Watson stood in the middle of the yard, grinning as Karen – one of Stoneybrook’s newest high school graduates – rang a huge bell Nannie had found at a yard sale to get everyone’s attention. Elizabeth stood next to him, her arm wound through his.

“I’d like to thank all of you for coming tonight,” he said, waiting as the last few conversations died down. “Elizabeth and I couldn’t be happier to welcome Mary Anne into our family, and we’re definitely looking forward to tomorrow.”

“Tonight, however,” Elizabeth chimed in, “it’s time for a little friendly competition.”

Mary Anne leaned back against Charlie, wondering what was about to happen. She didn’t have to wonder who was behind it, because the situation had Kristy’s fingerprints all over it.

Kristy and Todd joined Elizabeth and Watson, carrying a large box between the two of them. Mary Anne narrowed her eyes, noticing that Kristy was wearing a baseball jersey instead of the blouse she had been wearing earlier.

“The groom’s team challenges the bride’s team to a softball game!” Todd turned to Kristy, hand extended.

“The bride’s team accepts!” Kristy shook his hand. “Let’s get over to the field.”

Of all the ways Mary Anne had expected to spend this June evening, playing softball was not on the list. Elizabeth and Nannie had come over to be on the bride’s team, and watching her father attempt to hit was pretty entertaining. She remembered him playing catch with Charlie years and years ago, but it had never really been one of his interests. The game wasn’t a serious one – at least, it was as not serious as the Thomases could manage – and it was actually fun. The jerseys that had been printed up identified the members of the wedding party by their positions. Kristy, of course, made the big play for their team, not only hitting a home run but sliding across home plate and nearly taking David Michael out. Mary Anne thought watching Stacey try to play second base and flirt with Sam at the same time was one of the best moments. 

It was the one they were still laughing at hours later, laying on air mattresses in Mary Anne’s room. 

Verna’s wedding gift – an incredible double-wedding ring quilt in navy blue and gold against crisp ivory – was folded on her bed, after everyone had admired it. Her best friends had gotten together and bought her a set of matched luggage, to go along with their wedding gift from Watson and Elizabeth – a trip to the one place Mary Anne most wanted to go.

Paris. They would get to be newlyweds in Paris, and a few other places in Europe. Charlie had been as shocked as she was, but Watson had told him to hush. For once, Watson was getting to spoil his oldest stepson.

Her friends had each bought a more personal gift, of course. Stacey had bought her a pair of classic sapphire earrings, while Claudia had designed a beautiful scrapbook for Mary Anne. Kristy had even made time to shop for a beautiful hand-made jewelry box for her gift.

It was the one that made Mary Anne’s laughter turn to happy tears.

***

Claremont House had provided a beautiful suite for Mary Anne and her bridal party to prepare in. The photographer was in and out, taking shots, and she knew that somewhere in the building, Charlie was getting ready as well.

They were getting married. It wasn’t a stray daydream anymore. It was real.

Verna joined them just when it was time to get Mary Anne into the dress, carrying a box under her arm. She stood by as they got Mary Anne into the dress, and gasped as she saw the overlay. It left her arms bare but covered the bodice down over her waist, where the skirt belled out over her petticoat. The stylist had already fixed the band of red roses over the front of Mary Anne’s hair, the classic chignon making her look and feel as elegant as Grace Kelly.

“I wish your mother could see you today,” Verna said softly, touching Mary Anne’s cheek. “I know she would be very proud of you.”

Mary Anne blinked, not willing to test the waterproofness of her mascara just yet. “Thank you.”

Verna opened the box, pulling out the veil. There were already combs attached for her to slide into Mary Anne’s hair, and a blusher veil that could be pulled over her face for the beginning of the ceremony.

It was perfect. 

Her friends clustered around her in front of the mirror, Kristy consulting her checklist. Mary Anne had everything – her old dress, her new ivory slingbacks, the pearl necklace and earrings borrowed from Elizabeth Brewer, and the narrow navy-blue ribbon combined with the wider ivory ribbons that wrapped around her bouquet. Sharon had even found an actual sixpence for her shoe.

When it was time, Mary Anne walked to the door where her father was waiting to escort her. They stood there for a long, quiet moment – one that the photographer captured and knew that it was deeper than when she normally saw this moment. Richard’s hand shook a little as he reached out and touched the veil.

“They say it’s good luck to wear a happy bride’s veil on your wedding day,” he said, his voice a little choked.

“It’s almost like having Mom here with us,” she said softly. “Oh, Dad.”

They hugged, the last time she would hug her father as a single woman.

Then it was time for them to walk up the aisle, where Charlie was waiting for her.

She saw the look on his face as he saw her for the first time that day, a look she knew she would carry with her all of her days. Then, as if in a blur, her father was placing her hand in Charlie’s, and Charlie was lifting her veil.

*** 

After their wedding pictures were done, Mary Anne had decided to leave her veil aside for the reception. She was a little afraid that something might happen to it if she wore it for too long. Charlie was waiting for her, and they walked around the building the long way, needing to steal a few moments alone. It was strange, but on a day that was all about them as a couple, they’d barely had a chance to speak to each other outside of the ceremony.

“So how do you feel, Mrs. Thomas?” He reached across, taking her hand - the hand that now wore a simple gold band along with the diamond solitaire engagement ring he’d given her – and bringing it to his lips in a gesture that never failed to take her breath away.

“Pretty good. How do you feel, Mr. Thomas?” 

“I’ve never been happier,” he said simply. “I’m looking forward to our life together.”

Then they were at the entrance to the ballroom, and there was a wave of applause and camera flashes as they walked through the floral arch.

It was definitely a party to remember. The appetizers had been the right choice, Mary Anne decided, not that she ate much of anything. Mingling with everyone was much more fun, until it was time for their first dance. They’d decided to go a little vintage on that, picking Nat King Cole’s “When I Fall in Love” for a dreamy, romantic waltz across the floor. She and her father danced to Stevie Wonder, while Elizabeth and Charlie opted for “Unforgettable”. Then it was time to throw her toss bouquet – Mary Anne was having her own bouquet dried and preserved – and she was not surprised to see that Kristy and Claudia somehow managed to make sure the bouquet landed solidly in Stacey’s hands.

They danced, and danced, until it was time to cut the wedding cake. Kristy had threatened her brother’s life if he dared smash the cake in Mary Anne’s face, but it wasn’t until they had cut the cake and fed each other decorous bites that Mary Anne could relax – and enjoy the really excellent cake. 

They sat at their table with the cake, with the party – their party – whirling around them, enjoying a little island of privacy. Mary Anne looked out at all of it, all of the people they loved, and wondered what their future held. 

It wouldn’t always be as perfect as tonight. She knew there would be bumps along the way, happiness and sadness in the years to come. 

But as long as they were together it would be worth it.

**Author's Note:**

> I hope you enjoy it! I wanted to do something that was worthy of 5000 words, and this seemed like the best choice.  
> There's plenty of callbacks to the series itself, and a minor handwave to another popular series from the same time period. (In other words, yes Todd Wilkins is a deliberate choice...)


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